I lie awake late at night
Listening to the cricket's song
Listening to your footsteps on the walk
Watching for a sign that my sailor's come home.
I can still smell your cologne in the air
Like it was only yesterday you'd stood so close.
It brings back memories,
So many precious memories...
Your strong arms surrounding me,
Your kisses on my skin so tender...
It makes me miss you that much more.
Sometimes I find myself talking to your pictures,
Telling you little secrets, little plans I've made,
I find tears falling like crystal raindrops
Across my skin in waterfalls,
Drowning out everything, til all I can see is you,
As I hold your picture close,
Praying I'll live through the day.
I write these long, hopeful letters
Telling you of the weather,
Detailing my life,
From the blow of the September wind this morning
As I walked out the door,
Like the arms of God around me;
To the feel of your favorite shirt against my skin
Like your strong arms holding me once again.
I find myself pondering your return,
A hope in my heart that at any moment
You'll round that corner in your uniform of white and blue
And back into my life you'll step,
Like nothing ever changed, no time lost.
Everyone says I'm crazy,
Says I should let you go,
Forget you altogether,
Stop the letters, You're not coming home...
Guess I am crazy;
I'm waiting just the same,
Holding to my promise,
Watching for your return, Old Glory flying high.
What could I have done,
To keep things from being this way?
